Poem by: craaig
Submitted: September 24, 2007
Was high last night; no matter why or how.
Navigated creativity's canal.
New string of pearls shone brightly then; not now .
A rusty chain: lacklustre and banal...
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Hi craaig, a natural high right? I like the 'navigated the creative canal' ya that's good. and also the string of pearls. although I don't know the word 'banal' gave it a 5 stars. if you were in the creative canal, is there some more comming? take care always....katie
Thanks katie. Right. That's the only kind that I endulge in these days. Yeah, more coming. But these days they don't come easy. Cheers. craaig
VERY GOOD POEM
all the time...only the difference is that it goes to the recyle bin of computer...lol...
I always wait for the right moment and sometimes keep waiting with empty mind and blank microsoft word...
For me, I think the right moment has to sneak up on me and bash me in the head. I know that i cannot create the right moment. I can't create any moments, for that matter.
Excellent. Has an interesting resonance with Coleridge's Xanadu as well (one of the reasons for choice of name).
Thanks for you kind comment. And thanks for getting me to read Kubla Khan -- fantastic vision. Humbling really.
PS: your crow avatar reminds me of my poem: Blue Tit Blues. Or is that a raven?
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